Job 9:8-10

I walk upon the mighty land

That you formed with a word

I count the stars that fill the sky

Where your thought first was heard

I can’t help but be awed by all

The beauty you have made,

But even more, my heart is touched,

By the price that you paid

That I might walk upon your earth

And watch your starlit sky

Before you call me home to grace

And I bid this good-bye.

Job 9: 8-10

8 He alone stretches out the heavens
   and treads on the waves of the sea.
9 He is the Maker of the Bear[a] and Orion,
   the Pleiades and the constellations of the south.
10 He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed,
   miracles that cannot be counted.